Valentine Poems

Valentine Poems that celebrate the feelings of love, affection, courtship and friendship. These poems on Valentines glorify St. Valentine’s Day that marks the reverence of love, passion, companionship and togetherness. When love flows through a poet’s heart and paints itself in form of poetry, a beautiful verse takes shape studded with emotions and metaphors that makes it a true masterpiece. These Valentines Day poems will take you on a celestial journey.

People say love and cough can’t be hidden, That’s how I know why my heartbeats run. I forgot when this loving feeling begun, Seems like just yesterday, hours pass a million. Loving you doesn’t need any reason, Not an illusion

Outside not a breath of air stirs. Heat, a shimmering wall, Rises from the blacktopped circular drive. Sprinklers spray, and Water sweeps in waves Splashing on red-flowering bottlebrush shrubs That hummingbirds love so well. Inside are comfortable chairs and couches

Heartless I was and life, a guarded prison , still you pierced your way through…. Never I saw past black and white , but you made me see the world in lavender hue…. You understood even the unsung thoughts ,

All over the world, today Hearts are opening, filling the air with love As couples everywhere remind themselves Of the unbreakable bonds that tie them together. That’s one way of looking at it. But what about those who have nobody?

Your body in mud pack, in line of fire suddenly finds a lover. I was watching with concern. Cup of soul, lined with abrasive desires was empty. Do not go raging in the sea, to collect the salt. The pink

Yearly, an obligatory tax on lovers, reminder to those without one. Florists, chocolatiers, jewelers, rejoice! Roses become scarce, and double in price. But, I found a way to fight the system. Lovers, romance follows no calendar, so please will you

Once upon a lonesome January night love called at my door with a valentine. Blinded with ecstasy I gave up liberty- while on duty nesting for my brood. And so this is how I missed all the clues! One day

O my Valentine….a sound with pleasant smile For the sad faces It seems like exile Having a relish love They look like a dove Taste you too…. Nothing I can do That’s so peculiar That’s so unfamiliar Except you, nothing

Would you wash the dishes always, like you promised? Would you pamper me silly? Would you embarrass me with an off-tune karaoke dedication? Would you get drunk on a Monday night and proclaim your love for me over SMS, sitting

Before the silence, she was nowhere, Beyond the walls I was unaware. Breaking the silence, She showed up with a violin. Rhythm in walk, Childish in talk. Flowing hair, And lagoons in eyes. Her fingers compose, Lashes dance. I was

May 12, 2015

Poems you will love

(A collaboration with Gene) In dark melancholy’s mire a heart’s forlorn canoe paddles through the dense grief floating on the surface clutching like vines, sticks like Val Des ooze, pulling me under. Listening to the ghostly music coming from the

Do I need a Special Day, To tell you what my eyes always say. With you I laugh,with you I beam, In harmony we weave beautiful dreams. The bitter sweet squabbles,the illogical fights, Discussing the rights and wrongs till wee

“And this, for the most beautiful lady in the world” taking the rose out of his pocket, he said. Her eyes kept staring at him in amusement. and those eyes o hers, already left him rapt. “Will you be my

Don’t stay away my dear, Valentine’s Day is knocking at the door. I am leaping with joy, When you would come and say hi ! Self-consolation is not fruitful, anymore, It is intolerable to tolerate your departure. Saint Valentine, may

The day we first met Was one I cant forget There is something in you Because my heart beats fast for you When you stared at me I thought it was valentine’s day Because your beautiful smile banished my sadness

Sitting by the river bank letting my thoughts float too. A frog hopped off a lilypad, sat beside me and said, “hello you” Me being polite I replied “Hi, Hello you too” “Release me from my bondage girl. Just a

The clock stuck 3:00AM; My cellphone alarm said, “Sleep Lakhan” I switched off the lights and turned the fan on; Went to sleep, as it was almost dawn. Dream started: I was sitting in a coffee shop working on my

Can I dare to dream again of happy moments left afar those moonlit nights those wonderful days, of unseen, unknown love coming my way Those dreams we Shared each little fear we dared Only to be washed away by just

”You live in a queer world of dreams, Mr. Ahmed Turning odd imaginations to mere fancy words Bejeweled by baffling metaphors and similes That one mightn’t get the hang of with ease Why don’t you eschew the pesky rhyme rule,

Is man standing? Heart throbs. Is man squatting? Heart pulsates. Is man on his knees? Heart beats, even when posture affects the heart- its rhythms never end. In humor heart goes back and forth, in glumness it thrums, in sullenness

“And this, for the most beautiful lady in the world” taking the flower out, he said. Her eyes kept staring at him in amusement, and those eyes of hers already left him rapt. “Will you be my valentine?” kneeling down

All those times it seemed unlikely for your body to hold together your heart, bucking so hard, speaking with someone in full bloom of infatuation, the glint of their smile, their clean animal scent, candles flickering on windowsills Outside winter

Although we are an Ocean apart you are deep in my heart I think about you every day and dream about you every night in this mansion that overlooks the Lakelands that can sometimes be a lonely place but knowing

Infant hardly know what is money Child hood is beauty without money Youth is filthy sans money Young age is a struggle to make money Middle age is meant to save money Old age can survive only with money Dead

Our age is a deciduous tree, sheds yellow desires every year makes room for new ones in the spring of opportunity. Some desires resemble oak leaves, cramped and brown- still cling in mothers’ bosoms like our plans, albums, possessions. Alas,

The hot, impartial, clean rays of the sun are falling on all things, equally. Their impartiality is questioned by the small shrubs and grasses, growing freely in the dark homey shade of the big, proud trees. Who are soaking up

Life is a trick with interwoven plot Clever take advantage a lot Apparently truth seems failed All good deeds look derailed Tricky minds proud of all tricks They feel pride in their pricks Vice becomes part of drama Shadows take

Shrinked and Unkindled my Mind’s eye cowered Until a Sudden spark got its flame uncovered A heart of love his most prized possession On a Hilltop shining,his unclaimed position world’s blacked out words bland out Hearts bled out Yet tears